Pieces Of Me

Pieces Of Me

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Her red hair glistened as she combed it with her bare hands. She put on her black snapback and adjusted it. However painful it was for her to be looking at that cap, it was also astonishingly pleasing to be wearing it because that was the only thing that kept her so alive. It was the one thing that had her wish for a time machine. She took the necklace with the ring pendant that was dangling behind the closed door and wore it. Another tormenting object that was given to her but nevertheless very treasured. It was a reminder of his promise to her. She quickly looked at the clock plastered on her bedroom's wall and slipped on her black wedge sneakers. Before leaving, she took a glance at the girl wearing a plain dark blue sweatshirt matched with a black skinny jeans in the mirror, and softly whispered, "Best of luck, Jade Elizabeth Scott."
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He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

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